And that party was for one, me. As in most of my posts, my dining experience has mostly been done in solitude. If there were group outings or with a friend or two, then I most likely made it clear that I had some good company. And how that might change dynamic of the experience and pizza itself.
This is a different kind of experience than what I’ve usually written about. When making a frozen pizza in the comfort of your own home, it takes on a whole new life. Even though we most likely didn’t make the pizza ourselves from scratch, there is something personal about heating it in the oven and enjoying a pie by yourself or with close family and friends.
It’s the whole ritual of looking for a pizza, seeing which toppings would make you and your serving company happy to eat without anyone feeling left out. But when it’s just you, like it was in that case, the options become unlimited and no need to worry about hurting anyone’s feelings except maybe your own.
Per a recommendation from a close friend, I was told to visit The Fresh Market to grab one of their personal frozen selections and give it a shot.
But first I’ll give you my own personal experience of this grocery shoppe.
A little over eight years ago I was on a drive just like any others and stumbled across a new shopping district a little bit of a ways from the Baltimore area. When I see a new arrary of stores and places to explore I’m naturally curious and love to discover something fun. What I was grateful to notice was my first visions of this Fresh Market.
You know anything from the first time you walk in is going to feel wholesome, genuine, and simpatico. Well not necessarily always but I would like that to be the case more times often than not. But this is what I felt here.
It felt like a market. You had your standard grocery aisles and in the middle you had fresh made sandwiches to order (and pre-made to go), your fresh meats, prepared foods, baked goods, and so many other fun things.
But aside from that nut you have a great selection of natural foods (nuts, raisins, dried fruits, sweet treats etc.), coffee, tea, and so many other amazing things.
Now what I just listed reads like any old grocery store, and that might be true, but something about the aura and energy in here just feels right. Maybe it’s the dimmed lights. Maybe I’m just seeing things. But something just feels awe inspiring in here at times.
But I had yet to ever try their pizza. If I did, I forgot. And that’s on me.
So after a little poking around earlier this week, in the freezer section and refrigerated aisle, I went with the Margherita. I wanted to keep it light, simple, and a little more down-to-earth, so this felt correct in theory.
I’m immediately charmed by the packing. It just looks so cool. That’s a technical term by the way. Any personal touch, even in the most simplest form, leaves a lasting impression and goes a long way.
When I got ready to prep this at home a feeling of excitement came over me. I don’t use my oven enough to begin with, so this was going to be a real treat.
Upon opening my pie looked ready to be heated and served to a party of one. Hey, that’s me!
Details of all this are not necessary. I just wanted to convey my enthusiasm over something so simple and heating a frozen pizza.
What was even more inspiring were the aromas I was getting through the oven while my pie was cooking. Those Italian spices were just permeating my kitchen. It w as only a 10-12 minute heating process, so I was patient but I was getting eager to eat.
It wasn’t at the point of staring at the timer, but I just felt like a kid waiting to eat my pizza and periodically checking the oven to see if it was ready. I’m sure many have been in these shoes before; as a kid, as a parent, or both.
How gorgeous does this look? Those sights and smells were giving me goose bumps. And that golden brown crust makes it look almost too good to eat. But forget that.
But to my mild disappointment, the spices, cheese, and tomatoes didn’t translate from in the oven to actual meal time.
It felt like whatever I was enjoying with my nose never clicked when actually eating a slice.
When talking about a frozen pizza, it’s a different criterion versus your local pizzeria. I’m not looking for world class and pizza of the year caliber pie. But I do want it to taste good.
The crust was flaky , crusty, and falling apart, just how I like my frozen gems. But as a whole, the pizza just tasted average. I wanted more flavor and I didn’t get it. I’m surprised but not deterred.
And it’s not to say I didn’t finish. I ate the whole thing, because even though it wasn’t anywhere close to what I expected, it was good enough to eat.
I did get two meals out of it. The second meal was a late night snack. I knew it was at home waiting for me, wrapped in foil. That’s a good feeling knowing a pizza you heated is ready for a second around.
And yes, I was secretly hoping the seasonings and tomatoes would come alive on a second try. It didn’t happen but doesn’t mean I won’t try another one of their pizzas. They have a vast selection to choose from, and I’m willing to bet will lead to better results. And just because I wasn’t floored by it doesn’t mean you won’t. Give it a try. For $5.99, it’s a great investment into trying something new.
I don’t talk about frozen pizza much, but I would like this to be a regular thing. I’ve had some amazing ones in my lifetime, and hope to cross paths with some of them, and share them with you. Whether I continue this next week remains to be seen. Maybe.
In regards to that picture at the beginning of this post, my animal friends wanted to share in my personal experience, but no I didn’t give them any. You don’t see me eating any of their pizza. Oh wait…
We’ll see what next week brings us.